Short Profanities Poems

Jane was very prim and proper
Until one day, she came a cropper
She caught her stiletto in a drain
She screamed profanities to ease the pain
And punched a kindly, helpful copper...

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What do you do
When the sun is over you
And icicles drop down
On your big toe
Would you scream profanities
Crazy words would you say
Then you might crush those icicles
Under you sore feet
That’s exactly
What you would do
You tender-foot

Russell Sivey...

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Like antiwords, the absent 
truth, walks with you.

It had indented the push.
Profanities are on rise.

Marginal dare has a 
bracing truism.

I am working on a thesis. 
The candles are out.

Light will come from burning 
doors. Smashed windows will harbor 
the grudge.


Satish Verma...

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A big bang has occurred
The boogie of creation recurred!

On a cord in a womb, 
Life revolves around it-
Or a lover’s tomb,
The mourner rotates around it.

This gyre spins from habit
It’s a design without wit.
My tongue wags profanities?
Then explain your inanities!

If love is not a gain,
Then, why its loss a pain?...

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For I cannot help but let obscene words
flow out of my lips when I feel strong emotions,
So why is it that this damned website doesn't
permit profanities within my poetry?
Profane words may be trashy in some people's eyes,
yet I believe they reflect emotion.
Words are words, 
some beautiful,
some not
But in the long run,
if anyone is offended,
it's their problem, right?...

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Incubation was not 
complete. The thirst of
thoughts will find a
convoluted shell-
wrapping up the kernel.

Throw a stone on the 
sinner. This was on
me. I will accept the 
rocks to open up-
a fountain.

There was a silver screen 
for the lovers. You will 
not regret for the raw
emotions. A sperm whale 
in the sea will spew-
a streams of profanities.


Satish Verma...

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The nephrite syndrome.
I will not change the?
calculus, to find the truth
of the flesh.

The paid price of chemistry
will make history. If  
you can stop the blitz?
of the replicas.

It ends like a fire, without 
ashes. The limbs check
the fall. Across the river
an isle erupts.

The prisoner at last escapes,
from the procession of profanities.
You are finally liberated,
releasing the lost poem.


Satish Verma...

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I arrived at a residential facility today,
The people are nice but the thoughts scream profanities
my overalls get looser as the day goes on,
and I feel like I'm shrinking, but maybe that's a good thing
my mind is a sullen cloud,
heavy with the weight on my shoulders
I sit in a chair unable to think, they may think I'm disgusting too
the echoes exacerbate the evil spirit that eggs on my eagerness to escape
never have I felt so welcomed, yet so alone
I scream and suffer in silence....

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